Again dashing forward, on turning a corner of the road, they beheld the party surrounded by half-a-dozen troopers.

Sir William Radcliffe had shot one of his assailants, and, assisted by Heydocke, was defending himself bravely against the others.

With loud shouts, Catesby and Guy Fawkes galloped towards the scene of strife.

But they were too late.

A bullet pierced the knight's brain; and he no sooner fell, than, regardless of himself, the old steward flung away his sword, and threw himself, with the most piteous lamentations, on the body.
Viviana, meanwhile, had been compelled to dismount, and was in the hands of the troopers.